Monday, February 4, 2013

Monday Musings--4 February 2012

Right now...nearly 8 and I really need to start breakfast!

This weekend...was great.  On Saturday, Gabriel and I got up early and Bret dropped us off the the high school in Scottsville for a day of Beekeeping School.  I paid a mere $15 for the two of us, and we spent the day, from 9 to 3, listening to experts and asking questions.  We had a great time, and it was nice to have a little one-on-one time with Gabe.

It was fun, and I left feeling as if I am not quite ready to dive in.  Bret likes the simplicity of top bar hives, but I am more comfortable going the traditional route, as my grandfather did in Germany.  I know several people who just started with bees last spring and lost their colonies by autumn, so I'm a bit nervous about it...will have to pray on it a bit more, I think...

By the time we got home, there wasn't much left of the day, so after everyone had a bit of dinner, we watched half of A Tale of Two Cities from Netflix.  As partial as I am to the Ronald Colman version, I found this 1980 film quite good.  I did not, however, weep uncontrollably at the end, as I did the first time I ever read the book.

We awoke Sunday morning to about an inch of snow!  The kids were so excited; unfortunately, it began to drip and melt as soon as the sun came up, and by the time we got out of Mass, it was all gone.  We went from Mass into Bowling Green to shop for groceries.  I detest shopping on a Sunday, but living in a rural area and driving a giant 12 passenger van (car seats take up a lot of space, but we are almost done with them and will hopefully downsize soon), one combines trips as much as possible to save on gas.

At home I put away all the groceries and sat down after dinner with my knitting.  We watched the the movie from the night before, and I worked on the second of a pair of socks I am making for Adrian.

Some plans for this week:  I need to do my bank statement (ugh.) and pay some bills.  I have to start looking for shoes for Una to wear for Easter, as it usually takes forever to find something nice that fits well and feels good.  She has narrow heels and slips out of most ballet flats : (   I need to make a drawstring pouch for one of Adrian's gifts--his birthday is tomorrow.  We'll celebrate on Saturday when Bret is not working, but we'll also have a mini-celebration tomorrow.  And on Friday I will be baking a cake--chocolate cake with coffee butter cream for my sophisticated 8 year-old!  And there are gifts to be wrapped as well this week.  I want to create a list of meals for Lent and some other resources.  And I really ought to tackle the mending before it gets out of hand!

If I find some time for myself, I would like to...finish Adrian's sock and cast on a hat for Una.

I am grateful for...everything.  I know that sounds a bit over the top, but I really have such a list that it would be rather exhaustive.

Some special prayer intentions for this week:  for Adrian, of course, and for our friend Benedict, who has a birthday today!  For my nephew, Matthew; for our roof to hold out a little longer until we decide what we are going to do about it!

Something that makes me smile: Una before Mass

Just a side note:  This post is my 1500th!  Wow...


  1. Such a stunning picture of Una! My daughters concur that she has such a classic pre-Raphaelite look to her beauty.
    That cake sounds great.
    Bee keeping class must have been wonderful! Our deacon explained in his sermon on Candlemas how the beeswax candles symbolize Christ, as the virgin bees make the wax.
    And congrats on 1500!

  2. Again, Una is such a quiet beauty. A lovely girl. Happy Birthday to your little man and congrats on 1500! +JMJ+

  3. Hope your son had a lovely birthday. That is a beautiful picture of your daughter!
    Happy Weekend :)


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